Maylily - Chapter 49

“…I can’t do it. Please, Count.”

Tears rolled from Maylily’s eyes as she shook her head. Even from just the brief contact, it had felt as if her flesh were tearing, and she knew she couldn’t endure anything more.

Like flower stems swaying in the wind, her smooth legs trembled as the Count of Everscourt held them firmly with one arm.

“Stay still. I won’t put it in.”

At the gentle command, Maylily froze. Did he mean to stop? As she blinked in confusion, the Count’s erection, thick and fierce, slid deep between her tightly pressed thighs.

“Ah…!”

As the hot shaft rubbed her folds like a bow across strings, Maylily shuddered and twisted her hips. The Count grabbed her more firmly with his free hand and began moving his waist back and forth.

What on earth is this….

Maylily stared in shock as that organ, as thick as a child’s arm, rubbed against her pussy, sliding back and forth between her legs. Even that alone made her vision blur, and when the lewd pleasure of it pressing against her slit was added, she couldn’t think straight.

Every sensation poured into her with brutal clarity along with the Count’s rough breaths.

The softness of lips brushing her calves, the sound of her necklace chiming, the heat of that thick shaft digging mercilessly into her narrow cleft, and the scent of lilies of the valley….

The overflow of stimulation made her heart feel like it would burst. And still, something inside her cried out desperately, unfulfilled.

Instinctively, Maylily clenched her thighs and shifted her hips. At that, the Count furrowed his brow deeply and, eyes clouded with pleasure, lifted his gaze to her.

Staring blankly at her small face, streaked with tears and heat as she gasped for breath, he muttered a low curse. Then, without warning, he pressed her legs forward and began thrusting his shaft down onto her, pounding hard.

In that moment, stripped of formality and dignity, there was no trace of the names Skaard or Everscourt. He was only a man, consumed with desire for Maylily.

For the first time, their relationship was equal.

The realization filled Maylily with a burst of joy. The emotions overflowing in her chest streamed transparently down her cheeks.

As she trembled and stroked the Count’s forearm with her small hand, he shuddered with a rough groan. Hot, thin semen spurted onto Maylily’s flat stomach.

Like marking his territory, his hand spread it up to her flushed breasts. Under his touch, Maylily quivered.

Panting as if to savor the sight, the Count looked down at her, then grabbed a handful of lilies of the valley scattered across the bed and crushed them, wiping his dirty hand. Tossing them aside, he rose from the bed.

Maylily’s body felt as if it had been devoured whole and spit back out, drenched in his saliva and fluids. She needed to wash, but she had no strength left.

Lying limp on the bed, she stared blankly at the Count’s back, already neat and composed again, before drifting into sleep.

The dim bedroom was faintly tinged with bluish dawn. Maylily frowned as something tickled her forehead and slowly opened her eyes.

“You’re awake?”

The man’s voice was low, his hand brushing her bangs away. Even in the dim light, his smiling face shone clear.

“C-Count? How… here….”

Rousing groggily, Maylily suddenly shivered at the chill against her bare body and clutched the blanket. Memories of the night before surged back and burned her cheeks.

“Do you remember now?”

“…Yes.”

“That’s a shame. If you hadn’t, I thought I’d try doing it properly this time.”

At his teasing tone, Maylily lowered her flushed face. Her hair, loosened smooth overnight, flowed around her delicate shoulders. Her body, which had endured his lust all night, was fresh and clean, without a trace of stickiness.

Did the Count wipe me? Now that she thought of it, she recalled the warm touch of a damp cloth brushing over her body in her sleep.

Maylily’s face flushed even more as she glanced shyly at the Count sitting on the bed. He was as neat and polished as when he had first entered the room, not a trace left of the debauchery of the night before.

“Are you… leaving already?”

Seeing the gloves perfectly fitted on his large hands, Maylily asked.

“I have to leave for Cartia this morning.”

“Cartia? That far?”

The Count gave a silent laugh at Maylily’s wide-eyed look.

“I have a business trip.”

“Then, when will you be back?”

“In two weeks.”

Too long. Even though they hadn’t seen each other often to begin with, she couldn’t help but think so.

“Why, is it too long?”

As if reading her mind while her lips only moved soundlessly, the Count asked. Maylily crumpled the blanket and gave a small nod.

“I think I’ll miss you.”

Words she couldn’t even have imagined herself saying until yesterday slipped out. The courage came because it felt like one of the barriers between her and the Count had fallen overnight.

Am I being too forward….

But when no answer came easily from the Count, Maylily hurried to take her words back.

“I didn’t mean it with any weight, so please don’t mind it.”

“I’ll go. Get some more sleep.”

The Count smiled faintly, patted her head briefly, and stood up. She hadn’t expected to share the morning together, but parting like this left her feeling regretful.

All the more since she wouldn’t see him for two weeks…. Hesitating, Maylily grasped the hem of his coat with an impatient hand.

“I’ll see you to the door.”

The Count nodded slightly in consent, but there was one problem. When Maylily bit her lip and stalled, the Count tilted his head lightly.

“Are you planning to see me off sitting there?”

“It’s just….”

Clutching the blanket tightly, Maylily continued, “Could you turn around for a moment?”

His bluish-gray eyes, like the sky before dawn, swept lightly over her white shoulders peeking from under the blanket. As if to say, was it only for this, he let out a short laugh.

“I told you to be proud.”

Though he teased, he turned around without complaint. Taking the chance, Maylily wrapped herself tightly in the blanket, slipped out of bed, hurriedly put on a gown, and brushed her hair with a comb before the mirror.

“All done.”

Then she approached the Count, who stood by the balcony door, and tapped lightly on the edge of his broad shoulder. He turned, backlit by the faint light, and quietly looked down at Maylily, whose eyes gleamed brightly.

Their deep gaze lingered.

Does he have something to say? As she tilted her head, the Count removed one glove and intertwined his fingers with hers. His knuckles, thick and solid, pressed between her own.

Even after what he had done to her body all night, her heart pounded helplessly at the warmth flowing in, her stomach churning.

“I’ll bring you a gift. Is there something you want?”

As he led her out of the bedroom, the Count asked. His voice was so tender it made her feel as if she truly were his lover. Perhaps it was because, for the first time, he had shared his schedule with her.

“Um….”

Maylily tried hard not to seem too excited as she thought of her answer. Thankfully, the hall was dark. Otherwise, he would have seen how red her face had turned all the way to her neck.

“I don’t have something I want, but I do have something I want to do.”

Their steps stopped at the front door. Looking up at the Count, Maylily’s expression was unusually determined.

“Would you go to the sea with me?”

“A date request?”

His voice carried a faint laugh.

“Yes. I’ve never seen the sea before….”

Her hometown of Purdshire was an inland city, and her aunt’s family hadn’t had the means for a seaside trip. After coming to Roden, she had neither the time nor the money, caught between opera company life and working as a waitress.

Books said the sea was vast and wild but alive with beauty. In a painting she had once seen at an art gallery, a mysterious wave soared high into the sky. Maylily wanted to see it with her own eyes.

“I’ve always wanted to see the sea. If I could share that moment with you, Count, I think it would be an unforgettable memory.”

Though her cheeks burned red, Maylily finished firmly. The Count brushed her lips, which had confessed her dream shyly, then answered with a light kiss.